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Satish Verma, 21 stycznia 2013

MEANINGLESS

The shift to vernal tone
starts a standoff with eyelashes.
A sickle moon begin
sharpooning the stars.

The unorthodox microlove
brings out a ciliated canon
of faithless interior. The gods
were going to become weary of snowfall.

Punctuating the silence, words
again scream, fly like eagles
in the valley of wounds. How far
the fire will go engulfing the untouchable?

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 20 stycznia 2013

THE MELTING

Not moving, the words
had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking.
Only restlessness was there in buoyancy
ready to distort the sound of depth.

I am expanding in propriety,
in meaning.
Pure burning on flame of truth,
like a moth.

Listen to the guilt,
the denial to the stasis of soul.
The loneliness brings the touch
of unlimited falls.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 19 stycznia 2013

THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street
something of a lofty ideal
in politics of poverty, I want to get back
to my native moon.There are
too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.
Sun was altering the geometry of crops.
Genes were manipulated and the
debate was running on fiction.
Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question
and the hunger was discovering the cause.
Suicides had toppled the numbers
and clouds had become colorful.
God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 18 stycznia 2013

ALL THE GRIEFS

The mysterious rival:
suffering of resignation.
I am reading myself for the surrealism of life,
juxtaposition of love and hate.
Another blast went off.

White rose and black rose in the same
garland; ruins of truth
were older than lies. Humiliation
brings another crop of mines.
Must keep the walk on cinders alive.

Raging moon will rise again
on the blue lake, with earthly whiteness.
The distant invite of future makes the present
sustainable. I will ask the infant sun
to enter slowly.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 17 stycznia 2013

NAVIGATING

One crisp scaffold.
Was it possible that it became generous?
For the street which turns
the mutation into xenograft.

I pretend to be which I am not
for fear of dying daily or sleep no more
in the lineage of hope. The gallows
are set on every corner.

I walk behind blackness to hear
the steps of moon in exile for vindication
of sober sins against the sky. The blue
souls were going to release the verdict.

Without rejecting the will to count the stars.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 16 stycznia 2013

WHITE FEAR

Poetry wound
and a large schism
starts an invasion.

Numbness pours out.
You become nobody;
depart without a farewell.

A crazy word
is lost and a delirious
search is initiated.

Bit by bit
coexistence is found
between the sheets.

Unwrap the gift;
a live grenade
explodes mouthful.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 15 stycznia 2013

NAKED DOLL

The child was trembling inside you:
eliminated,
revived,
walking past an explosion
on the extra edge.
The dash was stabbing.

And without hands
trying to open the crypt
of forefathers.

Things were not happning
as you dreamed of tomorrow.
The moon, too, has become a stranger
Clatter of hoofs
but no rider comes in sight.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 14 stycznia 2013

NO HURTS

This was an embryonic stimulus
for a sprint.

Knowledge itself has no legs.
Can you run faster than thoughts?

The sniper will take you in the open field.
I had hoped to die in your arms.

The podium was too high for a small man
who wanted to heal the masses.

Drowning in your own thoughts was the best kill.
The bones were always dumb.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 13 stycznia 2013

FEVER RISING

What is the thing of poverty,
of frozen pain,
fury under the snow,
between fire and rain?

You come on the surface
to breathe, douse with petrol
and show off a flame. A slum of emotions
burns with rage.

The masses in the garden
play with a fountain. The screams
bloom into a scam. A dead blue peace,
except the tears obscene.

I am in fear. The pillow was used
to choke the enemy.The ripples were
spreading. Wheels were broken. A child
in a womb cries.

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Satish Verma, 12 stycznia 2013

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.
Below the lids
was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon
I was trotting with snowshoes,
trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity
rebounds
ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill
seek the silver dew
that moons the green windows.

O malignant night
I was not worthy of death
you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma